Icarus Songtext
von Julia Weldon

The older you get
The less people ask how you′re doing
I guess we're all doing our best
But I′ll ask how you are
Till I'm old and I'm grey
Till I′m out of breath, blue in the face
Out of breath, blue in the face

And I am no Icarus, silhouette son
And I am no Orpheus, I am no one
But I′ll play you a song and fly high as I can

The hotter the burn
The better the man
The hotter the burn
The better the man


The older you get
The less you let go
And the rougher the love and the harder the blow
But I'll love who you are
Till I′m old and I'm grey
Till I′m out of breath, blue in the face
Out of breath, blue in the face

And I am no Icarus, silhouette son
And I am no Orpheus, I am no one
But I'll play you a song and fly high as I can

The hotter the burn
The better the man
The hotter the burn
The better the man
The hotter the burn
The better the man